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Post your Pubs of choice. A few beers go hand in hand with a great Saturday day out. If your a Real Ale man or just like the Pub and you want to reminisce about long lost boozers in Wycombe or anywhere this is the place to come.

It's a tragedy we have lost so many, but its a national disease pub closures.

The White Harte - My first proper local in town when I was 16-17 nothing special but great memories. Cant believe its been shut for 34 years now!

The Roundabout - Especially back in the late 70's early 80's when I was growing up.

The Bull - Another one of my early haunts. Always full of Wycombe's finest geezers, not the sort of place you mouthed off in!

The Red Cross Knight - Ahem! Need I say more. Punks and Rasta's got on like a house on fire in this smoking den!

Desborough Arms - My right of Passage, believe it or not I used to drink in here at the age of 14! although nearer 15. I knew Brian Tilman the landlord and he knew how old I was. I was a Suffield road Lad so this was our local.

I also preferred these pubs in there original form, not the souless re-named places they are now. The Anchor, The White Lion and The Flint Cottage. The Masons Arms as they were and all pubs I would frequent through he 80's

That's four of them. But The Kings head, Ye exchange, The Rose, Coach and Horses, The Gate were all part of my world back in the day.

General circuit as a youth was White Lion, Roundabout, Flint, Antelope. Also used to frequent the Queen Vic near Green Street for a refreshing pint or two of Fullers K2 lager before heading back to operate machinery! Greatest regret on leaving for the North is having never been to The Happy Wanderer, which would have been my local as a child - is it still going?

Not sure on that. I used to go to the Off Licence there back in the 70' with my nan who lived in Underwood road. Then I went in the late 80's for a bit as for some reason it turned into a Middleborough FC pub. At that time the Bucks Free Press Jobs were advertised in Boro and Redcar and alike, I ended up working with a couple of lads for Teeside. It was surprising the amount that worked and lived in the town at that time. It was also mentioned a few times in the Fly me to the Moon Boro fanzine.
The Queen was great wasn't it. Jim had a good crowd, everyone from Basta Roc to the Gasman. My favourite Tipple was London Pride.

@Dan said:
My grandad was the landlord at the Red Cross Knight during the height of its infamy, and right up until it was closed.

I always find it funny to hear the anecdotes people have about the pub, because they just don't match up with the perception I have of my grandad!

It wasn't quite like a trip to Amsterdam and to be honest wasn't a particularly decent pub inside, But granted it has gone down in folklore. It was more the crowd that drank there. Always decent reggae booming out the juke box. But I used to go in because the Local Punk Scene with The Xtraverts and Cyclon B using it. Cannabis was not openly smoked in there but that very familiar smell we all have got used to nowadays was always in the air, masked a lot by the old petulia oil, in my innocence as a youngster I thought that was the weed smell!. So the West Indian community and the Punks and Hippies had the Red Cross. The Teds had the Red Cow and the Angel on Bridge street by 1979 had become the Skinhead pub in town. Youth culture was brilliant in my day!

Some of the lost Wycombe pubs from my memory which I have sampled the ale in.
The White Blackbird. One in Kingsmead road not of it's name.
One at Wycombe Marsh again not sure of the name. The Horse & Jockey.
The Ninepins. The Terrier. The Golden Fleeces The Gordon Arms.
The Iron Duke. The Coach & Horses I think this was opposite the Rye.
Scorpios Bar. The Grapes. The White Harte. The Red Cow. The Red Cross Knight.
The Rose. Bell & Mast. The Downley Donkey. The Turnpike & lastly The Gate.
Golly I did have misspent youth.

The back room at the Coach and Horses was where we changed for football before The Rye had any changing rooms. That was about 1946 There were no showers or baths, nor did we expect them, and the place stank of embrocation.